An Anakin/Padme Vignette (Completed)

Title: An Anakin/Padme Vignette
Author: pensfan100
Rating: Probably NC-17
Summary:Anakin and Padme continue their clandestine relationship.
Disclaimer:This is entirely fiction. It is in no way related to any of George Lucas' original storylines. All original characters belong to him! I'm just playing with 'what if' scenarios and daydreaming. And no money is crossing hands, either!


Padme Tortures Anakin

"Do you know what they'll do if they find you here?" Anakin breathed, eyes intensely focused on the beautiful maiden before him. She gazed up at him with a twinkle in the depths of her soft, brown eyes and grinned.

"But they don't KNOW I'm here," Padme pointed out, eyes dropping to the hand clenched around her upper arm, "and you'd better let go of my arm before I kick you in the shins."

Anakin abruptly dropped his hold on her arm, remembering the bruising his shin got from her soft skinned boots the last time he'd tried to manhandle the stubborn senator from Naboo. An icy blue glare stabbed her in warning.

"Don't even think about it, Senator," Anakin rasped a harsh warning. "You may know how to get around my shields, but I also know how to get around yours and I'll be VERY aware before that foot even starts to move."

Padme sent him a slow smile and peered up at him from under her long lashes. "I didn't come to fight with you, Ani."

Warily, Anakin studied Padme's beautiful face, his heart accelerating. Did she HAVE to be so damned beautiful? She had him wrapped around her finger as it was. A smile spread across his own face. But then, again, he must have pleased her quite well last
night for her to risk everything to sneak into the Jedi temple.

"Well then," a smirk lifted a corner of his mouth as his arms drew her up against him and his face lowered to an inch from hers, "what did you come for?"

Padme's arms wrapped sinuously around his neck and she drew herself up on her tiptoes. Her tongue slid across his lips in a slow lick, then darted just between them a few times in a daring tease. "No, that was last night."

"Um...what was last night…" Anakin's brain grew fuzzy with each teasing dart of her tongue against the soft insides of his lips.

"That I came," she brushed her lips across his, ending with a slight bite into his bottom lip.

Anakin shivered against her, his body well on its way to hardening for more "As I recall...Senator," Anakin's hands glided up her sides, his thumbs unerringly finding the nipples already hard with desire for him, "you came MANY times last night."

Anakin's lips trailed a path across her cheek to nuzzle her ear before his tongue traced the shell like contours, his hot breath causing her to shudder violently against him.

"Y...yes," Padme stammered, her hips seeking the now rock hard bulge in his pants. "And let's see if you can do it one more time."

"And I certainly do like the outfit you're wearing," he continued, hands sliding down her back and over her buttocks, cupping them and lifting her against him. The black jumpsuit hugged every curve she owned like a second skin, the zipper somehow holding it together. Even now Anakin found the force a very helpful companion indeed as he used it to lowly slide the zipper down. "Is this what you want, Padme?"

The zipper almost parting the jumpsuit from her breasts, Padme gasped her agreement, one hand making its own way to a downward destination. Fingers curved around the hardness under the leggings.

"You win," Anakin groaned, pulling her body even tighter to his.

"...yes, well I know he's around here somewhere..." a muffled voice crept down the hall.

"He's probably already in the meeting room, knowing Anakin. So prompt and attentive to his duties nowadays."

"Matching his impressive skills with responsibility, he finally is," came the graveled voice of Yoda.

Jedi and Senator froze, Anakin reaching out with the force to recognize the Jedi Masters coming down the hall. Stricken eyes met one another's as the voices grew closer making it obvious there was no way out.

"Uh-oh," Anakin muttered, eyes darting around the room, all desire deflating from his body.

"What are we going to do?" Padme hissed at him frantically.

The doors whisked open and Yoda, Mace Windu, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Shaak Ti, and Obi-Wan entered. Standing at attention, Anakin met them, hands behind his back.

"Ah, there you are!" Mace greeted Anakin. "We figured you might already be here."

"Yes, Master," Anakin bowed his head in deference to the Master Jedi. "I have taken the liberty to order some light refreshments for this meeting. I hope that was all right."

Obi-Wan frowned, still not used to this easygoing padawan. Every so many minutes he kept wondering if this one was a clone of his headstrong, arrogant padawan, altered to a more docile, obedient Jedi. Sometimes he even found himself wishing for the old one back. There had certainly never been a dull moment with the old Anakin!

"That is fine, Padawan Skywalker," Shaak Ti smiled, nodding her head in a very regal motion. "I am a bit thirsty, so even if no one else thinks it proper, I am VERY glad you did."

Anakin gave a tight smile and bowed before following the masters to the large table in the center of the room. A pristine white tablecloth covered it reaching to the floor in delicate pleats. Anakin's cloak rested over one chair at the end of the table deferentially
placed to face his masters and give the illusion of respect for their station in the Jedi Order. Yoda grunted his agreement at the gesture and floated his chair over to his spot at the head of the table. Anakin waited until all had been seated before taking his own seat
and scooting it in as far as he could get it, spreading his legs to protect his 'package' hiding under the table. A slight nudge against his thighs let him know Padme had slid between them. As long as she stayed there no one's foot would detect her. Anakin had made sure of it, placing the chairs in safe spots.

"We are very concerned about this new Besalisk threat to Senator Amidala," Mace announced, folding his hands on the table, his voice threaded with concern.

"The Besalisks?" Obi-Wan frowned. "They've never harbored a grudge against the senator. Or anyone, else for that matter."

"Yes, I know," Mace nodded, "but a new threat, nonetheless. Someone is stirring them to want war and the senator is an obstacle they want to dismiss as quickly as possible."

"Stop them we must," inserted Yoda. "A spy we need."

"That should not be a problem, master," Obi-Wan assured, his face lighting up with an idea.

At that moment the refreshments arrived and the meeting paused until all was settled again. Anakin lost himself in thought trying to find the best way to protect his beloved. Padme's reassuring caress on his knee let him know she was, at that moment, safer than she could be anywhere else. A tiny smile pulled at his lips. If the masters only knew!

"What are you smiling about, Padawan Skywalker?" Shaak Ti mused, grateful to have a cup of juice to quench her thirst.

"Me?" Anakin jerked to attention. "Oh...uh...um...I was just thinking that if anyone would have a perfect plan it would be my master."

Obi-Wan looked closely at his padawan, wondering again where the real Anakin was. Half the time Anakin argued with him over anything!

"Oh, well, uh, thank you, Anakin," Obi-Wan accepted the compliment.

"Well, then," Ki-Adi-Mundi said, "tell us."

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, all serious business once again. "The Besalisks...I have a very good friend who is a Besalisk. I know he can be trusted. He is the one who led me to Kamino. His name is Dexter Jettster and I know we could place him amongst them and find out how to stop them. In fact, he may know how to do it without us even having to put him in their midst. He is very crafty."

"Trust him, you do?" Yoda nodded.

"With my life, master," Obi-Wan responded.

"Very well, then," Mace agreed. "Go and speak with him, Obi-Wan, and report back to us. Your padawan will report to Captain Typho and keep watch over Senator Amidala again."

'I AM keeping watch,' Anakin thought to himself gleefully. 'She's right between my...'

Anakin choked on the piece of shuura fruit he'd been chewing and watched in horror as it shot from his mouth and spun across the table towards Yoda. All eyes turned on him in concern, Shaak Ti sliding a glass of juice his way. Gratefully, Anakin swallowed the liquid, one hand stealthily swatting at the fingers untying his pants.

"Are you all right, Padawan Skywalker?" Ki-Adi-Mundi asked in concern.

"Oh...yes...yes sir," gulped Anakin, a wan smile of apology at his lips. "I choked on the fruit. I am SO sorry!"

"That's quite all right, Anakin," Obi-Wan excused warmly, pleased at his padawan's excellent manners. Maybe he was finally learning from his master at last!

"For a moment there I thought I was going to have to pat you on the back," Shaak Ti smiled her teasing of him.

"I'm fine now. Sorry," Anakin finished weakly.

Yoda's ears lowered and his eyes scrunched, not sure what to believe. Something didn't feel right. Reaching out with the force he probed around the table feeling all the others' signatures. All five seemed perfectly innocent and even. Satisfied, he sat back and
continued the meeting.

Under his shields Anakin shook with the strain. The tiny, elegant fingers continued to work at the laces on his pants, stopping every so often to stroke along an arousal already rock hard with wanting. Damn her! They were in the middle of a meeting and she was going to give them away if she kept this up! A hand slid along the outside of the fabric. But, oh, it felt so good when she did that! Anakin heaved a huge sigh.

"Anakin? Are you all right?" Obi-Wan asked, looking at his padawan in concern. "Your face is red."

All eyes turned on Anakin. "I'm fine," he managed to sound normal, thanks to the hands sliding away from him. "I think the choking must have done it. I'm fine now."

They went back to the meeting and Anakin did all he could to look like he was listening. But the hands returned, parting the fabric, their soft touch lifting his rampant hardness free from the restraining confines of the leggings. The fingers closed lightly around his straining cock and felt their way up and down it as if testing its durability. Anakin smothered his moan with a cough and ran an agitated hand through his hair. At Yoda's narrowed eyes Anakin double-checked his shielding.

'I am going to KILL you!' Anakin raged his thoughts to Padme.

'Shh, just relax, love,' came the answer. He could almost hear her soft voice in his ear and feel her sweet breath tickling.

'Just relax. Right. How can I relax when you...’

The warm, wet tongue slid along the underside of his penis in a delicious lick before it flicked over the head. Anakin froze. She was going to go down on him? NOW???? Sure enough, those sensuous lips closed over the tip and into his favorite cavern he went. Down the lips slid, engulfing his entire length in one voluptuous swallow. Anakin wanted to just sit back and howl his freaking head off. He wanted to grab her head and ram his hips forward. She knew just how to get him off, just where to hollow her cheeks and how fast, depending on how quick she wanted to make him come.

'Oh, gods,' Anakin moaned to himself, only allowing his eyes to close in bliss for a brief moment. Sweat beaded across his forehead at the torture.

Mace turned to Anakin. "Have you a detailed plan of the Senator's apartment?"

'I don't need a plan! She's sucking me off! Leave me alone!' He screamed in his mind. With the help of the force he answered calmly, "Yes, master. I have it memorized, but each time I'm sent there I double check in case anything has changed. Captain Typho
likes to keep things from being routine. He feels it helps throw would-be assassins off."

"Master, Captain Typho is very meticulous in his security and very cunning," Obi-Wan inserted.

'Yes, but you know how to get through all his security measures to get to me, don't you, Ani?' Padme laughed slyly through the force, slowly sliding him almost completely from her mouth.

'WENCH!' Anakin screamed at her.

Her silent chuckle died as she sucked him back in, working diligently at him, sliding along him at a more rapid pace, careful not to bump her head on the underside of the table. With a deft hand she cradled his scrotum and pulled it down, prolonging the torture, slowing his descent into insanity to a crawl.

Anakin bit his tongue his eyes every bit as attentive on the meeting as ever, but behind them he was seeing shooting stars and whirling comets whizzing past his eyelids.

'Please, Padme!'

'Please what, Skywalker?' Padme sucked down to the root of his cock.

'Ah, by the gods, have mercy on me!'

'All right, sexy Jedi, no more torture,' she murmured through the force. 'Ready or not, here you come.'

'No, Padme, NO! That's not what I meant! DON'T DO IT!!!!'

Padme was beyond listening. A hand released his balls, the fingers finding the sensitive perineum area and massaging deeply as her mouth and tongue hollowed, creating the illusion of her vaginal muscles contracting along his hardness. His essence erupted down her throat with the velocity of Obi-Wan's starfighter jetting into hyperspace. The need to shout in his ecstasy assailed him, raging to get out of his throat. In one clear nanosecond, he deduced the masters were deep in discussion and ignoring him. Anakin tunneled into the orgasm struggling to hold onto his calm exterior, his body caving to the sultry mouth sucking him dry.

One final heave and it was over. Dizzy and sweating Anakin leaned forward...and his head conked onto the table.

Startled, the others’ heads jerked around to see him face down on the table. They started to rise in concern, but Anakin held a hand up for them to not get up. Through the force he could feel and hear Padme's soft giggle as she laced him back into place. Wearily he lifted his head.

"Pale you now are," Yoda noted, ears curling in concern.

"Anakin, maybe you should go lie down," Obi-Wan observed, trying to get a feel on his padawan. He could detect his heart acceleration that was just now steadying and a profound sense of relief but nothing else.

"I'm all right now," Anakin assured, reaching under the table and pinching Padme's nose in rebuke. "I had a piece of the fruit still stuck, but it finally went down."

'It went down all right,’ Padme poked at his mind. 'It went down nice and smooth.'

"Do you feel well enough to attend to your assignment, Anakin?" Mace questioned, also feeling the padawan's recovery.

"Yes, master, I can attend to it. I feel great now," Anakin responded, blinking innocently.

'I am going to attend to a certain senator's bottom with a hard whack later,' Anakin warned his frisky girlfriend.

'Ooh, a spanking,' Padme enthused, biting lightly into his fabric covered thigh, 'I can hardly wait!'

Inwardly, Anakin sighed. Well, he'd certainly created a monster. 'Padme,' he sent to her through the force, 'what am I going to do with you?'

'Well, Jedi, if I need to tell you...'

"Adjourned, this meeting is," Yoda announced with a nod of his head. "Obi-Wan and Anakin, attend to your assignments and report in twenty-four hours."

Everyone rose from the table. Obi-Wan and Anakin bowed.

"May the force be with you," the Jedi Masters offered.

"May the force be with you," they echoed.

As Anakin turned to leave the room with the others he cast a surreptitious glance at the table. 'Don't take off that jumpsuit when you get home,' he sent along their bond to the vixen under the table. 'I want that chore all to myself!'

Padme heard the warning in his voice and knew not to do it for the consequences would be rough. He could keep her at the point of climaxing all night if he wanted to. She shivered. Retaliation. She would pay for what she'd just put him through.

A huge grin spread from ear to ear.